bleed your worth to me

My Worth.  By: Mike Stewart

I'm priceless,
unlimited righteous
Driven to fight this
Giving up spite cause


My potential is infinite
In more ways than one


Look at my problems, like the way I look at the sun



I do it even though it hurts my eyes to see


You are worth exactly the same as is me



Blood sweat & tears
Nothing is as it appears
Some say I have wasted years

I say I enjoyed the beers



I write until I bleed
With-
Fight and will 2 lead


Words could die
Due to loss of blood

They often cry
Thinking they're-
Just a dud


I roll with proper thinking
But the fake'ness isn't taking

As long as it should (to go away)

I Know a way
To flow and say
That poetry

Has been knowing me

4 some time
Blood rhyme

Spark a scud? Fine


8th of the day
Weight that display

Whether or not I really feel ok


words will die without a donor
My words pulse more blood than a boner


Drips and dances in the moon light
Sweetheart come here; cacoon


  Pt 4



Lol.....

Here we go again, the voices are watching:)



Insanity is really something worth catching

no matching



the feeling

of

reveiling

no ceiling .. in retarded.





sarcasm is how I start it.





Interview went excellant

work galore is evident

new van & phone, all that shit

but once month off?

is what I call a bit...





...of a tease





Posting thoughts

hosting lots



of great ideas

(on how to spot, the way I see us)







needing to change

practice words-

that seeem strange





but in the mid range





I care about me.



this is therapy



I share with the



unbearable... stupid & ignorant common joe





who really outta know

this world is a for show





and all you know..







has been on a pre-concieved basis



where you memorize, then mood in which-

you percieve spaces





around you.





and its activities



phycolical examination



in this oasis



hasnt the faces



to read between-

the spaces





to question

what faces





the average paces









off day to day life.











Irrashon emotion is the name of the game

Entertainment is distraction, so it all is the same.







stupid to blame others for the cause of your pain.



ignorant angry people say its all in my brain



when I simply lookin out so we all dont get slain.(10 20 years down the road)







it looks like the damn  jet plane explodes.. when its blasting the shit off the pacific ocean



edit later, elevater...









Gotta think of the kids

eat a dink, you are sqids



without a beat







cant think

plant sink

in the garden

rain soon will be startin

fuck thinkin about paul martin

lol

Number four

has won the war

& placed its-

order for...







humor!!!!!!!!!!!!!







fuck you and your sence of humor

I get 700 on  my iq test after I blast a hoover





cannon in the parking lot

man who is still hard on thought



straight a'z bitch was all I got





growing up.





not as fine as you might think



responiblities before fun

or you might sink



its cool when you act like a slight dink?



Head butts in more way than one, I just might think..



the remedy





metephoric symphony



Historical Interest we





have sent to the.....







cognitive thought



is anaylized but forgot



are you surprized-

what you got?





The spiritual accention

driven within intention

feels great its like an engine

that can spin





perpetual

& it can-

still affect u all





if your mind was in intergral





with harmonic skill







product of the hypnotic thrill



knowledge is my erotic pill







its funny hey





A rare breed



(if there were more like me)

then we could scare greed





and take a prepared lead

for now





bwah ahahaha I look crazy :p



if you are scared. heed







Rhymes are grown

just like a rare seed





poetry

that cares; Bleed





its actually

sad as hell





people will laugh until



the third world





has a real..





tone to it





how would you survive with no phone? screw it!







your not understanding,the power of what your using?





Ive spent thousands of hours research the past. a bit confusing





I took law, and criminology and its all of us loosing







reversing legislation is so easy. abusing....







I often forget I use words you probably dont know.







and theres always a spelling mistake or two, that I show.









and you've been programmed to laugh it up and judge that it show









absoulutely any truth to the matter of...







fuck it.







I'm just a man in electrical

not thinking un rashonal

stuck with a passion











Ok I want to leave it straight







I have the right to hate







you for being a sheep









Follow me!!!!!!!!





or fuck off





By: MIkeStewart2014







ms:)>2014&beyond













I





















Pt 4



Lol.....

Here we go again, the voices are watching:)



Insanity is really something worth catching

no matching



the feeling

of

reveiling

no ceiling .. in retarded.





sarcasm is how I start it.





Interview went excellant

work galore is evident

new van & phone, all that shit

but once month off?

is what I call a bit...





...of a tease





Posting thoughts

hosting lots



of great ideas

(on how to spot, the way I see us)







needing to change

practice words-

that seeem strange





but in the mid range





I care about me.



this is therapy



I share with the



unbearable... stupid & ignorant common joe





who really outta know

this world is a for show





and all you know..







has been on a pre-concieved basis
















I

Thank you, Mike for sharing your epic, passionate, hyper-rhyming stream of thought. I appreciate the insightful vision. :)

blue_angel said:Thank you, Mike for sharing your epic, passionate, hyper-rhyming stream of thought. I appreciate the insightful vision. :)

No prob Hun, I'm extremely glad u liked it

Deadbeat

The beggars preyed upon walls
in triplicate anomalies
watching you breathe
from safe distances
carved into pulses
of earthen eyes

they beckoned imperfections,
siphoning malevolent pacts
from your shallow marrow;
and though I swore
that in the green light
your lips frayed to rags

the bass of your ego
drum-fired the silence
when iniquitous rains fell
in ignorant measures,
darting the millpond
that once was stilled.

Poetry's Window


Unlimited boundaries
Paths never imagined or taken
No mental boundaries of society’s beliefs
A world of thoughts collected
Stacked neatly into one little place

Poetry is freedom of the mind
Beyond conventional thinking
It speaks to the soul directly
Language only few can understand
Escaping the world poetically

Example of such wonders
Of a mind no longer chained
Consider our universe with new perspective
That we are just a microscopic cell
How is that for introspective

Poetry is escaping
Escaping reality
Into the window of our souls
Finally living

Flirting with the Truth

in an unkempt bed
amidst restless blankets;
when shadows subtly transcend
to errant darkness
---------is when i begin
flirting with the truth

sorting and cataloging
(gullibility from jealousy)
the intertwining emotions
(stubborn independence from vanity)
from this butterfly-infested bezoar
(happiness from fantasy)
in my guts-
that dare to choke
the words from my heart

too clever to be guilty
too naive to walk away

my self-shaming gaze
slithers down,
to a childhood token
as it's stuffing shifts
disapprovingly

Wow, Missy, AwakenedSoul and Indigo!! These three poems are striking each to their own individual depth. Thank you, tremendously for sharing them. This will, indeed to be a tough decision to come. *Powerful Poetry*

The Pin Prick of Uncertainty

By Henry Duthler


The slip of the tip of the tongue

Words let loose, unleashed and free

Silence breaks, and takes its place

Within the pin prick of uncertainty

As whispers weave without regard

Venomous teeth seep through my skin

What a tangled mess, an ounce of flesh

The devil's in the details that lie within.

-It's Just Begun-

And all that Thicked and Thinned
Was but dust in the wind
                                        Return to Dust
                                    Return to Wind
                                Return to Earth
                            Return to Home
                        Return to warmth of mother's womb
                    Return
               Return
          Beyond the Womb
      Return to me
  Return
Return

Thank you, Henry and J_ ,,, two fierce writes. Henry thy tongue weaves lines of sweet poison, and J_Alex Returning within and into the descent is an alluring treat.

Thank you deeply to, EVERYONE that has submitted their poetic art to this comp. so far. I'm truly moved by each one in a very unique way. This is NOT going to be easy. They are all magnificent. :P

Symbiosis

It whispers in my mind
Unfamiliar yet inviting somehow
Touching something within
I am entranced in the allure
New perspectives are brought to light
Exciting, unique views of the world
Insights to the unseen
The affects are immediate
Attraction turns to need
Need turns to obsession
The change takes hold and
The inner voice becomes
One with me

Thank you deeply, xmar82 for your hypnotic whispers from within. I appreciate the intrigue. :)

This is truly a difficult task to choose only 'one' winner. Every piece is crafted thoughtfully through insightful seduction, allure, flowing uniqueness, piercing imagery, dark elegance, deep suffering and epic wisdom. These together rises the passionate, poetic fires to their highest pinnacle. I'm pleased to be surrounded by such talent. I bow deeply in gratitude to you all. My rules narrow it slightly.

1st place: Miss G.(Ghoulie) with her crafty 'Deconstruct & Recreate'

runners - up: A painstaking decision this is.

Indigo - 'Flirting with the Truth'

(and yes sorry guys and gals tie for 3rd between)

AwakenedSoul - Poetry's Window & Miss_Sub's- Deadbeat.

Following tightly the rest. Stunning pieces from everyone. Again, Thank you all :P

yeah G!!!!!! rock on lady!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for the runner-up spot, Blue!

Congratulations G!